Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.